Phyllis' Blog

Moments and experiences come and go so quickly, and often we fail to see them for their value in our lives. We don’t take time to ponder them and take a second look at them. I believe to find the wonder in the world, we should be taking a second look at simple things. That’s what I like to blog about – those plain, every-day, nondescript moments that can delight us if we but look.

Color and Ingredients — Infinite Possibilities

Being married to an artist makes life . . . what shall I say? . . . Colorful. Splashes of paint are frequently found in places other than his canvas – places like the floor, door frames where the artist walked through with orange paint on his brush, and even the refrigerator door handle. I’m…



Writers are sometimes asked where we get the idea for a story. Sometimes those ideas come as “lightbulb” moments, and sometimes they just grow bit by bit inside us. Let me tell you about my experience that birthed RETURN OF THE SONG. A few years ago, I received a call from the Executive Director of…


Morning Meanderings and Messages – Part 2

A few days ago, I wrote about our morning walk after the rain and finding a surprise — rocks that someone had gathered and placed in the shape of a crosses upon two boulders. I looked at that duet of rockscapes as a message and started to ponder what kind of messages I leave. Oh,…



This morning held a couple of surprises. As usual, we rose early as so as not to miss the sunrise. But surprise, it didn’t happen. Oh, the sun did rise, but it was behind of curtain of heavy clouds which was even more welcome than the brilliant corals and lavenders we usually see at daybreak.…


Homemade Jelly?? It Takes a Village!

What a surprising gift to have friends who own a vineyard! They have taught me about patience and perseverance as they’ve improved their ranchland over time, clearing it of cedar, terracing it for grapevines, and then the whole planting and tending activities for the last three years. Well, it all paid off in surprising ways…



For those of you who know me, you know that I’m a cautious, stay inside-the-lines kind of gal. So, this morning’s post is a bit on the risky side for me. It might stir up something akin to trouble, but it’s time. As a girl growing up, I had a mother who was fully dressed…